I heard the call of souls, I felt the flavor of the pardon  I touched the element substance sacred moment of reflection  The angel cries on the inside floods the compassion chest  Bleeding the truth bleeding in the deep of the heart  The eyes only contemplate tears of solitude  In the mouth I repudiate moan in the solemn soul desolation  Eight Christ in the land, the only one man consecrated  The Christ of the most sincere lie, that in the alone cross finished  In the womb profaned for words, the cold, seed germinates  The angels load the remaining portion, the in the sacred stream bed finishes  Nephiun was born the bastard, that de clutter initiates  Nephiun was born the bastard, that the discord propagated  The eyes only contemplate tears of solitude  In the mouth I repudiate moan in the solemn soul desolation  Eight Christ of the most sincere lie, that in the alone cross finished    Call of souls...     I felt the presence of the void, I felt the flavor of the darkness  I moved myself as an angel flying, falls as a worm in the soil  Magic asleep for fairies, I woke up prisoner in the rottenness  An angel who falls down of the sky, a man raise conspiracy  Master of the cold suffering, lord of the arden heart  He hears my moan now, to the little one time a time  He transforms the force of the darkness in most brilliant of the lights  For the cursed divine consecration  Oh! Sad angel of broken wing  He flies on the forest of the desperation in search of lost wisdom    This is the call of the souls...   Call of the souls...     I heard the call of souls, I felt the flavor of the pardon  I touched the element substance sacred moment of reflection  The angel cries on the inside floods the compassion chest  Bleeding the truth bleeding in the deep of the heart  In the womb profaned for words, the cold seed germinates  The angels load the remaining portion that in the sacred stream bed finishes  Nephiun was born the bastard, that de clutter initiates  Nephiun was born the bastard, that the discord propagated